After a lovely 13-hour workday on Friday, I headed straight to
Crew for Brandon's birthday party. Crew is Chicago's first (?) gay sports bar, and it opened pretty recently in a neighborhood on the verge of mega-gentrification—which also happens to be a not-too-terribly-long walk from my house. Every time I've been there, it's been pretty packed, but it doesn't seem to attract the caliber of hotties one would expect at a gay sports bar. But we keep hoping.
Dashed locker-room fantasies notwithstanding, we had a great night, and I finally got to meet
Sven—who's even cuter than his pictures let on.
Tuesday's migraine has left me tired and out of sorts all week, but I had nothing terribly important to do today, so I climbed into bed when I got home Friday night intending to sleep as long as I could, and I ended up getting in a good 12 hours. Which makes me feel
almost better.
My weekend to-do list included getting my oil changed and getting a start on my shopping for some of the
crap thoughtful gifts I've already decided to get my family for Christmas. But by the time I got to my friendly neighborhood Jiffy Lube this afternoon, there was a long wait—so long that I got through a
Newsweek AND a half-read
New Yorker and ended up being forced to watch
football to keep killing time in the waiting area (the horror!)—and one oil change and an unplanned fuel-injector flush later, I wasn't in the mood to do any shopping. So I headed home—only to discover my Czech Engine light had been on since Ieft Jiffy Lube. (Honestly, I don't know why they can't build decent, reliable engines in America, but that's a rant for a different post.) So I get to go back to Jiffy Lube tomorrow to see what the hell they did to fuck up my engine. Yay me.
2 comments:
Oh Jake... First of all, I'm glad you made it to the party. Second, I wish I could do strikeouts in comments so I could tell you that I'm so glad you were able to (FUCK YOURSELF SILLY) get the point that Manhunt is a waste of (LUBE AND OTHER SEX SUPPLIES) time and you were able to move on to other more (MESSY AND HEDONISTIC) sensible things.
:)
Jake, I always thought your strike-outs were very witty and that you were having as much fun putting them in as I was reading them. Even though I thought you were revealing truths, I appreciate the rueful style you use to do it.
Post a Comment